So it looks like my "hooligan" antics have gotten me in trouble. I'm telling you... I'm BAD. Nevermind that I was bumping A* Teens in my car... I'm naughty. BAD BAD BAD!

Decrepit Old Woman was at it again at the laundromat today. The thing is that it was unexpectedly CROWDED when we got there. It seemed like everyone and their baby's mama had come out to do their washing.. so Sarah and I had this game plan to try to get the 317 chaircovers washed, dried, and folded as FAST AS OUR NIMBLE FINGERS COULD so that we shouldn't hear the decrepit old woman bitch at us. We made it a point to made sure that once our washings were done, we'd hop them out of the washer and into the drier so that someone can use it right afterwards. Even while with the dryer, we made sure that we weren't taking up too many, that there were was an ample amount of empty dryers ready so that we wouldn't inconvenience anyone and even folded at lightning speed so that we can get them out faster.

And yet while I'm running around doing MY job, she's standing with a customer starting at us and talking CRAP. How we go in there every month and we *gasp* use the machines and *gasp* keep the dryer running as we *gasp* fold.

Uh huh. I don't get it either.

Well, nearly 2 hours without a problem, just as we were finishing up folding our second to last load, the LAST load in the dryer had stopped... and I guess had been sitting there for 5 minutes.

Decrepit Old Woman: You need to get your stuff out of the dryer. People might need it.

By then, the crowd had died down. OH... and there were about 20 EMPTY DRYERS LINED UP AGAINST THE WALL.

Sarah and I nodded at her and continued folding. We probably had less than 25 covers left with the load when she came by and bitched again.

Decrepit Old Woman: YOU NEED TO GET YOUR STUFF OUT OF THE DRYER. SOMEONE MIGHT NEED TO USE IT.
Sarah: There's a bunch of empty dryers open.
Decrepit Old Woman: I tell your boss this all the time. You can't just leave your stuff in the dryers... you need to get them out once they're done.
Me: Well, we'll get them as soon as we're done what we have left here.

I said this with a smile. I wasn't sarcastic at all. Really... I wasn't. I was friendly and I said this very very nicely.

Decrepit Old Woman: You can stop with your smart mouth or else you can take your stuff and LEAVE!

My smile transformed into a pair of pursed lips and my eyes widened in shock.

Oh my gosh....

I was about to get KICKED OUT...

OF A LAUNDROMAT...

IN NORCO OF ALL PLACES!!

The Decrepit Old Woman stormed off and just so that she would get off our backs, I opened the dryer only to find that it wasn't finished! So I picked out the pieces that were dry and continued to dry the rest.

Since the hag was SCREAMING, patrons of the 'mat' knew what was going on. One lady came up and sympathized with us. She noticed that we had been spending a lot of money there washing as well as working so diligently with our task that she didn't get the old woman at all. She then, started taking HER stuff out of her dryer for fear of getting bitched at as well. Another lady with her kids came by laughing, "OoOoo... watch out! She's gonna THROW DOWN She's sooooo pissed!"

Pissed at what? I'm doing laundry... at the laundromat. Why doesn't this make sense?

In a huff, Crazy Decrepit Old Woman comes back.

"WHAT IS YOUR BOSS'S PHONE NUMBER?"

OH my gosh... she's gonna call my boss. WHAT THE HELL? I felt like I was back in 7th grade and I had to call my parents because I didn't get my progress report signed. I cried just dialing the numbers because I was already imaging my parents coming down to pick me up, take me home, and beat me senseless because I was in soooo much trouble. (They didn't, but I soon learned how to forge my dad's signature to avoid all that turmoil. :P)

As annoyed as I am... I'm also trying my bestest to contain my laughter because really, nothing will piss off Decrepit Old Woman even more than the sound of laughter. That... and maybe sunshine, candy, and babies dressed up as flowers.

About 5 minutes later I get a call from Doug. I asked him if we were in trouble and if he was gonna come and pick us up. I explained the situation and said that it was ONE DRYER. OUR LAST LOAD. WALL OF DRYERS... EMPTY. CRAZY. OLD. WOMAN. DON'T BEAT!

By then SHE had disappeared. To where, I don't know. Maybe to her "office" where she was boiling up a cauldron of newts eyes and lizard tongues. Maybe...

We finished EVERYTHING and Doug came to pick us up... and luckily no more encounters with the woman. But another patron was outside eating his Chinese food and laughed once again at the lameness of the situation. "I don't know what her problem was... she crazy! I say that if you pay, then you're a customer, and you're entitled to keep your stuff where you want."

See.. he gets it! EVERYONE GETS IT! EVERYONE BUT HER!

Anyways, so thats the story. Doug left a message with Old Decrepit Woman's manager and hopes to strike a deal in which the old lady can't be mean to us because we really do being a significant amount of business to the place. If there were another laundromat with industrial sized washers and dryers near the shop, then maybe we could have just taking our stuff elsewhere... but alas there isn't. So looks like we still have to go back there future...

Ugh.

I'm living on the WILD side.

Serious! I went on Tower of Terror for the final passholder preview today.

Actually, that's not really wild. Its more like... sad. :P

"Wait a sec you whore!" You say... "Didn't you go already?"

I know I know... but Laura couldn't make it on Monday and so she scheduled a reservation for today. So we met up for lunch and then it was off to Disney California for the ride!

Anyways, this time we made friends again with those in line with us. (I say "again" because on Monday, Jean made *buddy buddy* with the firefighter from Torrace a row over from us. ;)) Behind Laura and myself were a couple of guys (one who actually looked like a 'skinnier' Tom Cruise) having the TIME OF THEIR LIFE with a pair of self-inflating whoopee cousins. While hiding it in their shirts, whenever people would pass by, they would, excuse the term, 'let em rip' and would cause us to giggle because really, no one is TOO old for some tacky bathroom humor. (well unless you're totally MATURE and waaay better than that... and in that case. "Ooo.")

This time around though, I KNEW. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what the ride was. I knew it was completely safe and that I wasn't going to die a freakish death on it.

Funny thing... the moment I sat down on the ride, my palms started to sweat and it didn't matter anymore that I "knew". I was still nervous and terrified of what was going to happen.

"Who kept on screaming 'MAKE IT STOP'?" asked Tom Cruise wannabe with whoopee cusion.

Um.. me.

It was Laura who screamed "SHUT UP" over and over again in response to my "MAKE IT STOP"

At one point, the little boy in front of me turned around... and stared while I screamed my head off. It was captured on the souvenir photo. There he was, head turned and cool as ice and I... well wasn't. But it was a *good* wasn't. :)

Anyways, we were finished with the ride within 20 minutes (well after waiting an hour for our reservation time), which was absolutely perfect since we both had classes in the afternoon. I was a bit late for mine, but didn't really miss anything crucial and well worth the Disney *quickie*

Just in case anyone's looking for a wedding dress... you might want to check this out.

Hilarious. :)

My mom is on an American Idol voting rampage. She's having her "revenge" of losing Jennifer Hudson on BARRY MANILOW night of all nights. The day after the "travesty", she watched "On Air with Ryan Seacrest" and made her Scarlett O'Hara-esque vow of never going hungry again... but having it to do with American Idol. Perhaps if Jennifer Hudson was voted off during "country night", it would have been a different story. Mom doesn't care for it... Manilow is another story. All throughout the show tonight she sat on the couch writing down the numbers of who she wanted.

During John Stevens... she took a break and had dinner.

Nightly post AI chat with Sexy Robert.... who hearts Jasmine Trias.
spaznik: go vote!
spaznik: she was 04
spaznik: you got 26 minutes left!!
Zasher816: damn
Zasher816: 1-866-IDOLS-04
spaznik: wait... i think she was...
Zasher816: yes?
spaznik: let me double check with some references..
spaznik: oops. she was 05
spaznik: 04 was john. DONT PRESS 4!!
Zasher816: dangit
spaznik: GREAT!! now he's be there FOREVER!!

Sorry Baby Conan. You'd think that they were giving the gun to the guy to put himself out of his misery with LATIN NIGHT. Deep inside, I wanted to see him struggle with a cha-cha/salsa combo... but instead he struggled with NSYNC.
Poor guy.

Oh wells.

Anyways, my car's CHECK ENGINE light is back on. Right on schedule I guess. (BOO to you VOLKSWAGON! BOO!) I bought it a little "tune up in a bottle"/fuel system cleaner with hopes that it will do the trick. OH! And my air conditioning is down... AGAIN! Argh.. right when I really needed it. I don't mind when it rains, and my car floor start flooding... but when its hotter than hell and I open my window and just get HOT AIR blowing through my hair, it just plain sucks.

But at least it smells like strawberries! :)

Ahhh... the perks of being a passholder. :) Today was DAY 1 of the passholder's preview of the newest Disney extravaganza... TWILIGHT ZONE TOWER OF TERROR which actually opens May 5th over at Disney California Adventures.. Its not everyday you get special access to new goodies... so of course, I decided to play hookey *gasp* and went to Disneyland instead.


My Disney partners in crime... Jean and Mondo

Let me just say that I was a nervous wreck before getting onto the ride. This *technically* was my first big DROP ride, so I was darn right scared that I might die or throw up or something. I'm much too literal when it comes to giant warning signs because they wouldn't put them up of there was a good reason to right? So although I'm not pregnant (I KNOW THAT FOR SURE!)... but WHAT IF I had some unknown heart condition that this ride can trigger? Scary stuff...

Anyways, in typical FOB fashion, Jean and I went crazy with our cameras while in line. It's a new ride, therefore brand new eye candy to entertain me while waiting. It's amazing how much detail they put into everything... even the interior design of the room in art deco was gorgeous. :)




I tried getting more pictures while in the *undergrounds* of the hotel, but a very sinister bellhop told me that cameras were prohibited.

The ride itself was TERRIFYING and at the same time abso-f*ckin-loutly AWESOME! I had sandwiched myself in between Mondo and Jean... and once we started dropping, my arms immediently locked into theirs. My voice was definitely hoarse afterwards from all the screaming... but it was KICK ASS!! :)

And to think we only waited about 30 minutes for it. When it opens next week, I imagine lines getting to be 2 hours or so for it. MUAHAHAHAH! YAY FOR PASSHOLDERS!



Afterwards, we trekked to the Disneyland to watch the "Snow White" show... which really was adorable. Snow White really wasn't one of my favorites growing up... but this definitely changed my mind about it. Plus Prince Charming was quite the attractive hottie who could sing. :)

OH! Speaking of singers... while walking out of the theater, I overheard the dude behind me pointing out former American Idol contestant AMY ADAMS! Well, we weren't sure at first because the girl he was talking about didn't have the pink hair we remembered her having before... but after looking really hard it really did turn out to be her! Mondo decided that he WANTED to have a picture with her... so here it is.



Me: Did you tell her you voted for her?
Mondo: I didn't vote for her.

OH the horror.


After Snow White, I had all those little songs in my head... I was also feeling quite "wishy washy" because really, all girls dream that someday their prince will come for them.

Then while walking next to the castle, I learned that maybe if I hung out by the men's bathroom, then my chances of meeting MY prince were pretty darn good....


Har. Har. Har. :P

What a nice day... Oh Disney, how I love you so. :)

Luck Doo 79: what's new with you
Luck Doo 79: pussy cat?
spaznik: woah ooo woah ooo woah...
spaznik: im blogging..
spaznik: :-)
Luck Doo 79: ooh
spaznik: nothing too exciting..
Luck Doo 79: about me????
spaznik: YESS!!
spaznik: about how much i love you
Luck Doo 79: LIES
Luck Doo 79: i better be seeing in on your blog than
spaznik: oh you will...

Let me talk about Luc really quick because I DO love him to bits... even though I feel as if its been EONS since I've seen him. Luc was there during those early "good times" of college. I call this the time I was introduced to partying and drinking... all this after doing our "do-gooder activities" with CKI... of course. Back in the day, I knew the Cal Poly dorms like the back of my hand and NSYNC dances were as second nature as walking. He was there when I played 3 man for the very first time.... and I believe was the lucky recipient of my very first "lets get freaky" dance at ICON in SD. (I blame the water... really! who was that girl!?) We went to see MISS SAIGON together once... and poor Luc had his wisdom teeth removed just the day before and was in a vicadin haze for the entire day... but he stuck it through and vicadin-hazed it through karaoke afterwards.

Oh how I MISS you Luc! I gots your ATEENS cd for you. :)

No pinks though. :P

Luck Doo 79: YAAAAY....you got one on mine
Luck Doo 79: and i got on yours
spaznik: :-)
Luck Doo 79: oh snaps...
Luck Doo 79: i forgot to mention...you're the one that got me addicted to blog
spaznik: hahahahahahahahaah
spaznik: yay for blogging!
spaznik: :-)
Luck Doo 79: yay for us being friends

*awwww* :)

Joe: I'm going to the Philippines!
me: Really? When?
Joe: Now! I'm at the airport!
me: Shut up! Really?
Joe: Yeah... can't you hear the rumble of the airport behind me?
me: Uh huh...
Joe: See! I'm going to the Philippines!
me: You swear?
Joe: Yes!
me: You swear swear??
Joe: Yes!!
me: You swear on our friendship?
*silence*
Joe: No.... WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO THERE!? WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST LET ME HAVE MY FUN!?

Awww.... sorry?? :)

Last night, I did a very good job in scaring myself on my way home from a teardown in Temecula. The wedding was right next to the Pechanga casino, in the Indian government center... and at night it is PITCH BLACK down there and for some reason, I made myself believe that I was near some Indian burial ground. (because they're all over the place apparently. Like the 24 hour walmart in Glendora... THAT'S supposedly on an ancient burial ground too!)

Anyways, 3am, there I was driving, and I kept imagining that an old Indian (ghost or not... didn't matter...) had gotten into the back seat of my car and was just waiting for the perfect time to put his arm around me and slash my neck. Of course, he wouldn't do it while I was driving because if he were to kill me while on the dark road, most likely he would go down with the car and the poor bastard would get it too.

But he didn't. YAY!

Anyways, the teardown wasn't too bad other than the fact that on the walls, you'd noticed little black dots speckled around the room. Turned out that those back dots were BUGS and they were ALL OVER THE PLACE. I felt like I was in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, stepping on the fortune cookies. One even came and attacked me while I was on the stage (semi if you will) taking down a background... and every five minutes I'd do the dance of "waving arms and high pitch wailing" because something would be flying around me. I really didn't want to kill anything, because what if it were some ancient Indian spirit reincarnated into this tiny bug... then it might take form as an scary ghost ready to take me down in my car in revenge for taking it down with my thumb... but I did take 2 out cause they were asking for it. Plus they were small so they couldn't attack back. :P

Ewww... I get chills just thinking of all those bugs. BLEH.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?

Don't tell me that Bobby Flay is BETTER than Sakai!? Ew... I just finished watching IRON CHEF AMERICA: BATTLE OF THE MASTERS and was BITTERLY disappointed with the results. BOBBY FLAY!? Seriously? This guy has creativity and originality? All he does is pick out what color corn chips he's gonna put on the plate. Grrrr... He made a TROUT TACO! A TACO!!

But with guacamole. That must have been the kicker.

Lame lame lame. :P

I sorta want to see the Morimoto/Batali battle... but hesitant because of the stupid judges on the show. They need some cultural diversity on the judge's panel... at least bring back the Fortune Teller! Argh. But then again, Morimoto is just so gosh darn cute... and Batali is wearing SHORTS with what looks like red shoes. It's so deliciously tacky that I really want to watch.

Argh. I've had that stupid R Kelly/Nick Cannon "Gigolo" song in my head the whole day. The thing is that I don't know the lyrics for it, so I've been singing along with anything that rhymes with "O"

"I'm a gigolo...
but I'm not a ho
I'm sitting on the couch eating cookie dough
Martha Stewart makes me wanna learn to sew
Ran into a wall, stubbed my baby toe..."

And of course when I sing "toe" I hear the R Kelly posse sing background and go "OH!"

I am SO hardcore. :P

HOLY CRAP! IT WORKS!!

Seriously, I was having my doubts about blogger and moving and what not... but it works!! :)

Yay for Pete Holiday for staying up till SUNRISE Alabama time just to help me out. Thanks Pete! DAMN YOU UCLA!! DAMN YOU!

Ohmygosh.. my very own domain thingie. Crazy. What am I doing with my own domain? Oh wells... Its gonna be fun. :) Thanks again Manny!

whodamanny: eff this
whodamanny: gimme yer address
spaznik: hahahahaa what??

Ok. So initally I thought that Manny wanted to come over and KILL me. I don't know why exactly, but really, those words... so intimidating. Why though, would he ask for my address? And why would I give it to him if he's gonna kill me? But then, he got to the point!

whodamanny: so i can register yer domain name
whodamanny: hooochie
whodamanny: misconcepcion
whodamanny: .com

OH wicked! But misconcepcion? I sound like a mistake...

spaznik: can i have missconcepcion with 2 s's?
spaznik: :-)
whodamanny: ok fine i guess!
whodamanny: lol
whodamanny: alright lemme register it
spaznik: hehehehe THANKS MANNY!!

And so with that... I proudly present you to my new home.

www.missconcepcion.com

Feel free to come on by! Make sure you take off your shoes though. I gots white carpet. ;P

With all the talk about "throw up" , I decided to share a delicious little "yakking" story of my own. So sit back, relax, and hold that barf bag close to you cause it ain't pretty. This one goes out to the Dan, the one who rocks... and the oh so sexy heart nippled Rolo.

So when I was 9-10 years old, my sister and I got invited to go on a mini road trip with some family friends to Death Valley. I don't remember why exactly we were going, but I remember being really excited because it seemed like it would be a lot of fun. My parents weren't going and at the time, Carlene and I were really good friends with the other little girls our age on the trip... so as you can imagine, it would be an "endless" slumber party sort of road trip!

My Aunt came and picked us up in the wee hours of the morning... then we were off! 4 little girls in the back of the van makes for a lot of noise and movement. Add to that the rocking of the van itself on the road, along with warm stuffy air... Poor little Nicole was getting awfully nauseous an hour into the trip.

I remember saying out loud "I don't feel very good" but there wasn't anything anyone could to do to make me feel better. Back then, once I had just a hint of motion sickness, it was pretty much over. I was once on a boat to Catalina, and seriously spent a good portion of it hurling off of the side of it. I even took the drugs and had a patch for motion sickness beforehand, but it was ineffective for me.

Anyways, so there I was, sitting in the very back seat of the van, trying to hold down every urge to spew... until I just couldn't take it anymore. I cried "I'm going to throw up!" and put my hands over my mouth. "Yeah right!" The girls just laughed and one girl turned around to face me. Right then, I yakked into my hands.

I guess the impact of the throw up was pretty intense cause barf bits exploded out of the nooks and crannies of my fingers and into that one girl's bangs.

All a while, I think the car was swerving and pulling over to the side... as well as a lot of screaming going inside the van.

As I'm sure you all know, the scent of barf is pretty putrid, and so that set Carlene off and she lost it right onto the floor of the van. One by one, everyone else starting yakking as well.... but luckily they all got out in time to christen the side of the road with vomit.

Afterwards, we went to some restaurant and had cheesecake for breakfast after "bathing" in the public restroom. My shirt was soaking wet because I had to rinse the puke off of me. Everyone later made fun of the situation calling it "Nicole and the barfers" in homage of "Barbie and the Rockers" which itself was a sad doll spinoff of "Jem and the Holograms."

Needless to say, we never made it to Death Valley.... but we did get to Apple Valley, which to my disappointment had NO apples and didn't fit my conjured up image of a land that would have been fit for Strawberry Shortcake. We did stay at a house that had shag carpeting and glitter on the ceiling though. Nice huh.

Later my mom heard some old wives tale about oranges helping stop motion sickness. Well, it has worked for me and every road trip that I've taken with my family afterwards, I've made sure that theres a bag of oranges in the car at all times. Then, if things were to get "iffy", I can just stick a piece of orange peel in my nose and I would be a-ok. It works! Really!

Moral of the story: When someone says they're gonna throw up, believe them and pull the car over. Or else you might get it in your high 80's bangs. And THAT really does blow chunks.

Sarah told me today that she had spotted a Black Widow somewhere in the shop about 5 minutes before I got in. Luckily Doug killed it before it could mutate into a monster and stick its fangs into me. But then I got to thinking that if there was ONE... then it might have some poisonious homies lurking behind a box or two. Basically... I was scared.

Its stupid. I'm sure there are dangerous spiders and tigers and bears outside all the time and I'm not scared. I can shove my hand into a bush and look for the "perfect" leaf and I don't even care. But now that theres a damn spider in MY territory, I'm freaking out. A light touch on my skin and I automatically jump only to find that its a piece of string.

I saw a stick on the floor... and thought it was a lizard.

Hey. If a spider can get in a lizard can too. And although I don't think lizards bite... they still crawl. Not to mention, they LOOK creepy.

Anyways...

Don't you just hate it when go out for a quick errand or whatnot wearing and looking like whatever because you're too tired to actually put on a nice tshirt, so you put on your holey work sweatshirt that still has paint marks on it. Lets say that you haphazardly threw your hair up in an ponytail a top of your head AND you also have your big 8th grade glasses cause your contacts were bugging you. Makeup? Forget it. And say you go to... Target and while you're there, you end up running into a gaggle of people that you know... and there you are... looking like CRAP. Not just "oh I stepped out of the house" crap... but "OH DAMN WHAT HAPPENED TO HER" CRAP.

Oh wells.

But I do adore Target for having some kick ass cute light fixtures and mirrors at reasonable prices. I HEART YOU TARGET!

I've been having this weird craving to watch "TITANIC" lately... Matter of fact, today I heard that damn Celine song on KOST, and I sang along. I SANG ALONG TO "MY HEART WILL GO ON!" My mom complained in the car when it started playing on the radio... but I hushed her and sang my little heart out while pretending that I was the greatest singer... in zee world! Oh Leonardo... why did you have to die? And when you died, shouldn't you have floated instead of sinking to the bottom of the ocean? I never understood that. Kate Winslet should have let go of his frozen hands and he should have bobbed up and down, staying afloat next to her. That would have been awesome and competely sick at the same time.

Damn. I really do love these Berry Burst Cheerios. Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner... WHENEVER! They're delicious.

"Spring is busting out all over..."

Wait a sec. What did I just quote that song? I hate that song... although I do love "Carousel"... well up until they play this song cause then Billy Bigelow gets killed in SUCH A STUPID MANNER and then it's all downhill. But the saying has been on my mind all day today because it unofficially became "SPRING CLEANING DAY!"

Yay? Wee? Oh...

Since Sonny is moving, we sort of had an exchange in which he took my computer desk since the natural wood matches his bedset and I'll be moving my computer to the office so that it can rest upon Carlene's old computer desk. Just getting the desk out made my room a whole lot "roomier" (sorry for lack of adjective there) but also extremely messy with everything out of its place. So a good majority of the day was spent dusting, vacuuming, and getting rid of old junk that I didn't need anymore. I have 3 bags of books that I'll be selling to a used bookstore (I've set some books aside for you Keri!) and even more trashbags filled of junk and old things I "don't need" anymore. (Although I'm still not sure what I'm going to do with my ODIE pez dispenser. I know I don't NEED it... but it's ODIE and do you know how long I had to dig in the pez bin to find it!?! Exactly.)

The thing is that when you're cleaning, especially when you're sorting things, you can't help but sit back with that old letter or photograph and reminince about the "good ole days." Sure, some of those people in the picture are folks you aren't friends with anymore, but hey at that moment the picture was taken, you were young and stupid and thought the whole world was just hunky dory. Then you remembered you got screwed over... and you rip the picture up. Ahhh closure. :)

Anyways, after some rearranging and cleaning, I'm now "officially" on the hunt for a perfect bedside table, rug, and vanity. Oh and a lamp/nice light fixture. Granted, I already have my snazzy NOT lamp from IKEA that everyone and their mama has, but I really want to graduate to something that's actually breakable so that I can act grown up and "careful" around it.

...grownup and careful. Ehhh...

Then again, something that's plastic but nice will do.

Last night was the COSCA New Officer Induction Ball. COSCA is my dad's Cubagao organization here in Southern California. It started with a weekly mahjong nights and grew to a really kick ass group that do a lot for their hometown in the Philippines. Almost every Filipino kid knows what I'm talking about. Anyways, since my dad was organizing the dinner dance, not only were my sister and I "obligated" to go, but also was volunteered by daddy dearest to sing the Philippine and American National Anthems.

After singing the Star Spangled Banner (Thanks to the bandleader who could only play the song in C, I got stuck singing it in a VERY low key. I had scary Donatella Versace/man voice going into the song, but it got better.... I think.) the bandleader seriously pressed a FAN FARE button. The button that sounds like the crowd is screaming and cheering for you. The thing is that the button was SO obvious that instead of the cheering of a small group, it was a stadium size crowd that ended up sounding like the ocean. Granted that they audience was clapping politely, but I doubt that the occasion called for prerecorded rioting to ensue afterwards.

my Tita Lagring pointing at the flower in my hair: you're like Jasmine Trias.
me: hahahaha thanks... I think.
Tita Lagring: So who got kicked off this week?
me: JPL
Tita Lagring: (looking satisfied and smug) GOOD!
My Tita Choeling sitting next to my Tita Lagring: WHO!?!
Tita Lagring: (with her thick filipino accent) JPL!
Tita Choeling: (also satisfied and smug) Ahhh... JPL.

Thats right JPL. My 2 old Filipino aunties thought you suck!

The night was fun. The highlight of course was getting out of the ballroom and hanging out at the hotel bar to watch the Laker game... with a bunch of cousins and uncles and other party goers from other rooms who were doing the same thing. Yao Ming was looking mighty pissy. :P Of course, The Lakers won (YAY!) and with that we all went back to our perspective parties and celebrated over there.

In my ballroom, it was line dancing galore. Nothing like some good "todo todo" to Filipinos get out of their seats. That and some disco swinging and salsa. No dinner dance is complete without them and my feet were KILLING by midnight. I can swing dance like the pros under the guidance of my dad. I need silver "pro" shoes now... or not. They're pretty ugly. :P

Every now and then, I'll come across a slow song that will make me go "awww." Feelings of "I don't them!" and "I'm woman! ROAR" melt away and I'm a hopeless romantic sap that wants the lyrics to ring true for her. I'll play that song on the highest volume, lie in bed, close my eyes and let it soak my entire being. "This song is for me", I'll tell myself, maybe not now... but someday it will be.

Sorry. Girly emotions running rampant.

I need some chocolate.

Damn you Clay Aiken!

*Some free advice from JR*
nas712: the only good thing about working
nas712: is that you dont need happy hour
nas712: thats my advice to you
spaznik: thank you. i shall keep that deep in my heart.
nas712: also....
nas712: never tell a guy he has small feet or hands
nas712: he already knows it

*chirp*

"WHERE ARE YOU COMING FROM!?!"

There's a cricket in the house and we have no clue where it's chirping from. Actually, I lie. I know it's somewhere near the stairs, but the thing is that once at the top of the steps, it sounds like it's in front of you... and once you hit the middle, you've passed it somehow. I originally thought it was in the plant on the stairs, because where else would crickets go? The plant would be a perfect place to call home. But no... the chirping is nowhere near the plant and I'm beginning to believe that the cricket has painted itself white and made shop on the ceiling because NO ONE CAN KILL FIND IT!

Although, a part of me wants to go to the stairs and pretend to be a bad comedian.

"Knock Knock
Who's there?
Ping Pong!
Ping Pong who?
Ping Pong the cricket's dead....!"

Chirp away cricket. Chirp away...

Here's Joe's imitation of Portland tonight against the Lakers:

"YAAAAAAAAY! WEEEEEEE!! BEAT LA! YAAAAY!!

... WHAT THE F*CK!?!"

:P

Hey hey! It's the Canadian's birthday!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONNY!!

He's 25. That's a quarter century!! WOW!

I'm typing with wet nails. I'm living on the edge!! I'm gonna run with scissors next.

I'm not really liking this color I just applied though. It's a light pink... but with my skin color it's TOO light and seriously looks like I painted my nails with white out. But I'm out of nailpolish remover, so it looks I'm suck with this until its properly dry and I can peel it off. MmMmm... I don't know why but I really DO love peeling off nailpolish. There's something satisfying being able to lift the edge of it as if it were a piece of tape and to slowly strip my nail naked. Its even better if you can take it off in ONE try.

This used to be such an addiction that color on my nails wouldn't even last an entire day. My desks at school and laps of my skirts would be sprinkled with confettied remains of my nailpolish. Perfectly good manicures ruined because of twiddling fingers that couldn't help themselves. And as great as it felt to take it off, my nails looked HORRID with remnants of reds, pinks, and fuchsias clinging to the nailbed and the surrounding skin.

OoOoO... I'm really hating this color though. Looks like I'm gonna have to take it off... :)

In Girl Scouts, we had a little song that went:

"Make new friends.
Keep the old.
One is silver and the other's gold."

We'd stand in a circle and hold hands by crossing our arms... and when we were done singing, we'd somehow unloop our hands and be able to turn around. It doesn't make sense when I write it down, but I'm definitely doing the actions as I type and it's the best way I can describe it. :)

When I grow up and have daughters, I'm definitely going to make them join girl scouts and have them learn to peddle off $4 boxes of cookies with sad little puppy dog faces in the parking lot of a grocery store.

I still know the pledge by heart. :)

I think my favorite girl scout memory of all time was at Jamboree. Actually, the trip started off pretty crappy because the moment I stepped out of the car, I got stung by a bee and my arm swelled up half its size in a bad allergic reaction. My troop leaders weren't sure if I should go home or stay... but after a long talk with my mom, who was smart to pack my dear benadryll, they allowed me to stay. That weekend, I remember playing TRUTH OR DARE with the girls in my tent at night, and THAT was the very first time I ever admitted to liking boy. And oh the trauma that ensued afterwards because I was teased mercilessly. It was funny though because the girls all pretty much like Jared L... and no one teased each other. But nooo... when I said that I thought Paul S was cute... it was OVER. They chanted "Pauly-wog" over and over again... and I think the whole thing has scarred me for life. (His older brother found out later and said "I heard you like my brother" which I vehemently denied and RAN away from. Argh... WHHY!!)

Now that I think about it though, I laugh (as well as cringe.. damn that Paul S and his brother! Arrrgh... whhy!?!) because I remember little 6th graders talking about their "fantasies" of kissing on the beach. Oh really now? You're 10, you're on the beach making out the boy of your dreams and you parents AREN'T giving you a hard time.

Oh to be young again...

:)

Paul S. really was a cute 11 year old. He asked me to go on the Zipper with him at the fiesta one year.... I babbled and didn't say "yes"... I didn't say "no" either. I just babbled.

ARGGGHH WHYYY!?!

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Hilarious. According to weddingchannel.com, Nicole Ritchie and Justin Guarini are getting married. Among some of the well wishers in the wedding channel guestbook include Kelly Clarkson, Janet Jackson, Ta-Mi-Ka Jenkins, and of course... Justin's fro.

Last night:
Fyrestarta: how is your return to aim?
spaznik: hahahah my fingers are tying at record speed...
spaznik: and my face is all hot... i don't know if that's the glow of the monitor... or i'm getting a fever.

Well it turned out that I actually did have a fever last night and I was shivering like crazy until 3am. Fortunantly, I wasn't so sick the next morning... but I did miss out on Church due the horrid cramps that had me in a fetal position until the guests arrived for lunch.

Jean arrived first, followed by my Tita Normie, Uncle Wilson, Adrien and Joseph. LOTS OF FOOD. TONS! We actually have a whole lot of leftovers... so if you're hungry... COME ON OVER! Lots of Filipino dishes that go perfectly with bananas. After lunch, just as we were starting a game of CRANIUM, it was the EASTER EGG HUNT!

I think the last time I actually participated in an Easter egg hunt, I probably had no control over what I was wearing and dutifully wore the frilly white dress with matching hat, socks, shoes and purse that my mom laid out. This year, my mom decided to recapture the Spring days of our youth and prepared an egg hunt for the "kids"... with eggs filled with chocolate and money. (OoOoooO!) Anyways, we were all banished to the livingroom while the adults hid the eggs... AND WE WERE OFF.

There's nothing more frustrating that hearing "FOUND ONE!" over and over again while you're bag stays empty. Well, that was until I found my first egg under a bush. My mom and aunt stayed close by and laughed at all the desperate antics... keeping tally of all the eggs that had been found and driving us batty with their "HOT" and "COLD" directions. But it was so much fun! Sure I got all freaked out cause I found a lizard guarding an egg... but once I screamed bloody murder, it went away and that egg was MINE!

The egg total for me was 8... with $7.25 in egg treasure. OH and whole lot of those caramel kisses. :)

Anyways, Sonny and Jean kicked the team of Nicole and Adrien in Cranium, while Carlene and Joseph where content to be in the top 3.

"You have to spelll the word backwards. 'Baroque'"
"E-K-O-R-B"

After the boys left, I went upstairs to change... and I started shivering again. Actually this time I was worse than the night before because I was shaking so hard that I couldn't control it and I was having the hardest time breathing. Thankfully Jean stayed a bit and was totally babying me... rubbing my back, checking my temperature, getting me water... what a GREAT FRIEND she is. THANKS JEAN! :)

Passed out a bit and when I woke up, shivers were gone I was hot and sweaty in a very non sexy way. Argh. I really do hate being sick.

Anyways, hope everyone had a nice little Easter. Despite being ill and crampy today, it was probably the best I've had in a loooong time. :)

Happy Easter!!

Lent is over and I'm back on AIM.

spaznik: HAPPY EASTER!! :-)
AccordJMR: OMG
AccordJMR: it's you
AccordJMR: it's been such a long time
spaznik: OMG! Its me!
AccordJMR: how have you been SPAZNIK
AccordJMR: tell me..how was your break from AIM
AccordJMR: how does it feel to be on again
spaznik: hahahahah it feels... BRIGHT.
spaznik: the screen is glowing.

Oh how I've missed the sight of your font on my screen. The witty (and not so witty) away messages. The sound of my fingers typing at a furious speed. The random "Hi and Bye" and saying "nightynight" to you before logging off and going to bed.

But at the same time, it was a nice little "get away" and I was able to actually TALK TALK to people who I like and had numbers for. Yeah... it wasn't so bad at all. :)

"Hey!"
"Hi! What's up?"
"Nothing much... just chillin."
"Oh cool! So this is a 'just because' call?"
"um... no."

How funny. Petey called from Hawaii today... and I had Hawaiian food for lunch! WHAT ARE THE ODDS! I shall be waiting eagerly next to the mailbox for my "Greeting from Waikiki Beach" postcard. Postcards rock. I wonder if it will smell like ocean? Hmmmm...

Anyways, today turned out to be a "Mom and Nicole DAY O' ERRANDS." And as dull as that sounds, it wasn't all too bad because we all know that shopping with your parents means they buy things for you. In my case, it was new contacts, a full tank of gas, and my sweet fobby cravings from the Filipino grocery. "OoOo, I haven't had lychee gel in a LONG TIME!" and with that, she'd find it and plop it in the cart. Actually, it's pretty weird to have her "give in" to my sister's and my wants seeing that when we were younger, we were constantly told NO and seriously didn't step into a TOYS R US until we became of driving age and was able to get there on our own. (And let me tell you, I went buck wild my first time.) Toys were kept on the high shelf in the closet and we were allowed to play with them ONE AT A TIME. So no No intermingling of the dolls with the plush. It was Barbie (2 since Carlene had one too) and then when finished, we'd tell mom, who would put the Barbie back and take down the Pound Puppy (again 2 because Carlene was a biter.)

And then we'd make the Pound Puppies pretend to have sex.

But that's for another blog.

I gave in.

Where's my bungee, I'm jumping off of the bridge with all the "cool" kids... Afterwards we're sooo gonna huff and watch 7th Heaven. OMG! OMG! OMG!

Looks like Pete won (for now) with the battle of "comments." SO YOU BETTER COMMENT IN EVERY POST PETE!! Nice things please. I tend to cry over silly things such as death threats and "you suck!". If I can put in the coding... I can take it out like that.

Oh my gosh, I sound like my mom.

"OooO... I like what you've done to the place." you say. Hopefully.

Yeah yeah I redecorated again. But Carlene gotz the skillz and shes practicing(z). In fact she practiced on her own blog AND on lucky lottery winner Jean who will soon be repaying my dear sister with pounds and pounds of ceral with dehydrated strawberries. (Dude, have you tried the new Berry Burst Cherrios!? THATS GOOD SHIT!) If you're hot, and you ask nicely, maybe she'll do it for you... but I doubt it. Well unless you're Nes. :P

My puppy's ears smell like soy sauce. I don't know if that's incredibly gross or endearing.

No. Its gross. Dogs aren't supposed to smell like kikkoman.

let's take a gander at some of NICOLE'S "THINGS I WANT TO DO" LIST:
- take pictures with that troll that's under the bridge in Washington State
- drink Sangria in Spain
- go to Medieval Times
- be deliciously bad, go up to a guy and...

Hold on a sec...

YES! I went to Medieval Times for the VERY FIRST TIME today! It was SO MUCH FUN! Let me say that again really because... IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!

The whole plan started the night before on the phone with Laura.

Me: What are you doing tomorrow?
Laura: Nothing. Wanna go to MEDIEVAL TIMES?
Me: SURE!

Seeing that I had never been there before, I was giddy with excitement the entire day. All I knew was that I was finally going to get one of those nifty "Medieval Times" crowns. That itself was a reason to celebrate.

"Can we take a picture with you? You look like a real wench."
"I don't work here."

Once we got there, the matinee show was still in progress, so we went to the bar for some drinkie drinkie. I chose to get a modest red cup while Laura decided to go all in and get the motherload of all chalices filled to the brim. Good gracious. But what a beauty that cup was.








Dinner consisted of *dragon* soup, half a chicken (That was the juiciest chicken I've ever had. Period.) with *dragon* seasoning, *dragon* rib that tasted a lot like pork and what I'm assuming was a *dragon* baked potato. Our server Bartal was very specific about how fresh the dragon was. Amazing... dragons are amazing.

Our knight was the black and white knight, so of course, our section was the BEST. No really, it was. We were chanting BLACK AND WHITE over and over and waving our little flags while there wasn't as much action going on with the other colors. I felt like cheering "WE GOT SPIRIT YES WE DO WE GOT SPIRIT HOW BOUT YOU!?" but I doubt anyone would go for that. So instead I chanted and cheered with my people and screamed "FALL OFF YOUR HORSE!" to the other knights.

Fella next to us screaming at a henchman: YOU SUCK!
henchman: Yeah yeah...

Guess they hear it a lot?

Eye candy all around. The horses were gorgeous and who knew long hair, chainmail (HA!), and swords could be soooo sexy. ;P Oh my gosh the fighting was insane. Yeah, I know it's all choreographed and "safe", but still. There where literally sparks flying off of swords, wood flying about from exploding lances, and the sounds of the weapons just clainging against each other definitely made me sit up straighter. I was screaming and cringing as if I was watching a real REAL fight.

In the end, our knight kicked some ass and won the Tournament. And the peasants celebrated. :)

Afterwards, there was some dancing at the Knight Club (I kid you not) where the knights, in full costume hung out by the bar while Destiny's Child's "Bootylicious" played in the background. Very surreal. Even more surreal was when Laura and I were talking in the parking lot and saw the employees leaving. Apparently our black and white knight drives a Saturn. Hmmm... he doesn't seem as exciting anymore huh. Nonetheless...

Oh I wanna go back I wanna go back I wanna go back!! Can we can we can we? :)

The other day, while I was at COSTCO with my mom, there was a little boy with his family in front of us in the check out line. He was proudly holding his *soon to be* brand new bike and when the clerk had to take it for that one second just to scan it, he was reluctant to let it go. His eyes stayed focused on the bike and got a bit nervous when the clerk had to ask for help with some scanning problem. I guess in the computer, the price came up higher than what his parents had originally thought and probably budgeted for. His dad started complaining that the price on screen was wrong and the clerk had another employee go to the back to double check, only to discover to the father's dismay that the computer was right.

"Do you still want it?" the clerk asked.

My heart was about to break for this little boy. I was so nervous for him. The entire time, he just paced back and forth, never letting the bike out of his sight. This was HIS bike. They were meant to be. He probably had fantasies of this bike and of the wondrous places they'll go together.

The dad looked in his wallet and then at his son. "Of course" He replied.

And the little boy broke out in a sigh of relief and a HUGE smile.

Later as we were leaving, we were once again behind them and the employee at the gate marveled at the boys new bike. He beamed and proceeded to get onto the bike and ride out of the store into the parking lot.

The entire scenario has been on my mind today. It's been keeping my "post Average Joe" anger under wraps (although I did have a nice "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" rant with Brandi today at work over the entire situation) and actually made me think about the last time I had wanted something so bad or had recieved something so great that it changed my world completely...

I think I know what it is...

I'm just waiting for the "of course."

"I invested so much time on this STUPID show!"
-Carlene

Its 10:51 and Average Joe isn't OFFICALLY over... but I have one thing to say.

ADAM!! YOU'RE A MORON!! YOU PICKED THE WRONG GIRL MORON!!

MORON!! :P

ugh.

This show sucks.

*update* Carlene has some special AVERAGE JOE "art" that you might want to check out. Ugh. MORON!!

Oh Disneyland, How I love you so.

But dammit, why did you have to raise the prices!?! Even the season passes got hiked!

Nonetheless, I had a grand ole time at the Happiest Place on Earth today. After mass and a DELICIOUS lunch at the newest sushi restaurant in town, it was off to Disneyland to meet up with Mondo and Jean. For a while, we had to wait for Jean to finish a beatdown with the Disney folks who had said she could upgrade her pass for the original price a day BEFORE the price hike. Poor thing, she was gonna get all the sweet ass discounts with that upgrade and I was going to mootch off of her goodies. But alas, it wasn't meant to be.

To make up for it, we walked across to California Disney for some "California fun" (whatever that means.) On the water/rafting ride, we sat with a family that had 2 boys that were screaming "TOTALLY AWESOME!! TOTALLY AWESOME!" everytime water splashed into the boat. One son also started saying "WEAK!" after I had said the word on the initial drop. Good thing I said that and not some sort of obscenities.

RED MONKEY! PINK DOLPHIN!

While waiting for our fast pass time for the "California Screamin", Mondo and I.. um.. sorta coaxed Jean into playing one boardwalk game where you had to knock down pins with a baseball. (2 pins - 3 tries - you winner.) Seeing that Jean was the pitcher for the Waffles, I figured this would be CAKE! So with each of us investing a dollar into her game, she got her 3 balls and hit a pin on her very last ball. Of course. Isn't that always the case!? Anyways, with that one hit she was bitten by the bug and was determined to WIN! After several "tries" where she DID hit the pins, I decided to give it a whirl. I threw like a wussy girl and was lucky to tap one pin. Whooo. I stay back, observe and scream "WIN ME A RED MONKEY!" to Jean. Jean gives up and challenges Mondo,who finally gives into the temptation (and maybe frustration of watching so many people try and not be able to do it) and shelled out his $2 to play. What do you know... he wins... and I get a red monkey! THANKS MONDO!

Down to the next booth. It was one of those racing games where you compete against 10 other players and whoever can get the dolphin to the finish line first by rolling a ball into a hole wins. Jean says that this is her game so she sits down at #6. This dolphin's name is Schooner.

Did I mention that one of the large prizes is a PINK DOLPHIN! Serious. Its the cutest thing.

After the usual rules and regulations spheel from Jeff, the Disney game booth regulator THEY WERE OFF. I start screaming "GO SCHOOONEER!" and although Schooner came in very close, it wasn't enough. Disney guy asks the winner which dolphin he wants, to which I reply "PINK DOLPHIN!" Game boy thinks I'm crazy. Jean wants to go again... and sticks with that damn dolphin Schooner. Game guy once again explains the rules, I cheer for the pink dolphin... Schooner, once again fails miserably. ONE MORE TIME! This time, Mondo and I sit in. Unfortunately, the same thing happens: Rules.... I cheer for the pink dolphin prize... and we ALL lose. Dammit.

Defeated, we figure that it's best to walk away with some dignity still in tact, so it was off to the roller coaster where I nearly throw up my pasta while riding on the tail of the train. Afterwards, Jean still has that "I'm gonna kick some dolphin ass" look in her eye, so it was back to the booth where game guy starts screaming "pink dolphin" once he sees me. In fact, I guess I was able to imbed the term in his mind because while explaining the rules he slipped and said "no foreign objects are allowed underneath the pink... er.. the glass."

Jean's dolphin now is #10. Skippy. Binky. Flipper. I dunno. Some cutesy dolphin name. Well, halfway through the race, Mondo and I see that Jean is clearly in the lead and that she had really REALLY good chances of winning. And of course, in tradition of all those stories that show how true perseverance and determination will help you achieve all your dreams... JEAN WINS! Oh sweet glorious day... and what prize does she pick? Oh but of course... THE PINK DOLPHIN! She gives it to me because she has already won the game before on a previous trip to CDA (Aww THANKS JEAN!!) and I run up to the game guy, who has now switched to a new booth during the race and show him my new toy. He laughs and congratulates us... best buddies for life!

Who knew you can still have "stories" about your stuffed animals. :)

Anyways, the kids at the park were absolutely adorable. A little boy next to us kept on "OoOOooOoO-ing" during the fireworks. Another little girl on top of her dad's shoulders was screaming bloody murder Mickey's name during "Fanstasmic!" and started screaming in general when the dragon came out... and yet I was enchanted by it all. I swear, everytime I come out of that park, I am in baby mode. I want to hug and cuddle them as if they're my own. But luckily, reality kicks in and I realize I'm probably better off hugging and cuddling PINK DOLPHIN than a bundle of cutness that's prone to pooping, peeing, and temper tantums when they don't want to leave Disneyland. Well for now that is.

Friday night I got stood up. Bastard.

Nothing romantic though. It was only Joe.

Dead to me Joe. Dead to me!

Just kidding. :) I heart Joe. He probably just forgot about me... its a pretty typical occurrence in our friendship, which really isn't AS bad as it seems. We're both pretty forgetful. We'll make "plans" a week or so in advance and without confirmation, things aren't set in stone. He sometimes remembers things that I don't remember. And at least he remembers to call me at least once a week to make sure I'm alive and for some on the road entertainment.

Anyways, it was probably for the better since he wanted to watch THE PRINCE AND ME. It isn't receiving the greatest of critical praise... and I'm not really sure about seeing Julia Stiles play a "romantic comedy." She seems too serious. Even when she was in 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU" she played the straight (wo)man. Not to mention, I'm having some grammatical issues with the title. Shouldn't it be THE PRINCE AND I? Granted, I know the original is correct, but it sounds better with the "I". Well, at least to me it does.

OH!! If you're ever at my house, ask my mom about the "ocho" dance. Apparently she's been holding out on the basic "Filipino booty bounce" that was years ahead of Beyonce's. Carlene, Sonny, and I (note: not Carlene, Sonny, and me) watched a Filipino movie that had kids dancing it and once we started singing the song around the house, my mom busted out with the move while in a doorway. Gracious. I want to take my Mom clubbing now. She'd tear the dancefloor up and would have to beat away those freaky thrusting denim cocks down with a stick....

On second thought... eww.

"Can you smell what the Rock is cooking?"

For some odd reason, I always think that the Rock is cooking chili. I really can't see the Rock in the kitchen wearing his little black speedos and sprinkling rosemary on skinless chicken breast nor do I see him icing a cake. Maybe he's barbecuing? I don't know. But whenever I hear that phrase, I have a craving for chili.

Anyways, the Rock was just on Conan. His teeth is brightsmiling white and he looks delicious. Conan taught him how to do the String Dance and he's smiling at me. I want to lick him. Him and his pot of chili.

After a night of dancing down at the Muse in Pasadena, April, Janelle, and I decided to leave around 12:30 because the place was 1) damn ghetto and 2) damn crowded. The vibe wasn't there and I really didn't enjoy getting shoved about on the dancefloor. But they had some great music though, you have to give them that. Plus I got a birthday shoutout there. Thank you midget DJ!

12:30. It still felt early. Seeing that we didn't have any money left and Janelle hadn't been before, it was off to Hollywood and The Beauty Bar for some hot "non-cover" fun. Unfortunately, it was uptight bouncer night and we weren't on the list. DAMMIT! Luckily, Starshoes was a hop skip and a jump away.

Ah Starshoes... you can't help but feel "cool" everytime you go there. Really. Its a great little shoestore... (with hot "non-cover" fun as well!)

The moment we step foot into the bar, I felt like I was just transported to a old James Bond flick. Apparently Thursday nights is "Live Wire", which basically was a mod/60's/psychedelic pussycat sort of feel. It was freakin awesome! Rock blasted out of the speakers and dancing skills were not needed. Just bounce, step & clap, twist, and "feel" the music. Short skirts, nerdy guys in glasses and skinny ties with suits... oh yeah. It was a real experience. PLUS it wasn't crowded. It was just riiight and we were able to party till closing.

~*~
On the way home, Janelle asked me "What kind of guy are you looking for?"

"Perfect."

"Describe perfect"

Well, other than "tall, straight, and nice" I really couldn't think of an answer. I don't think I'm looking. And maybe if I type that enough times, I'll actually believe it. If I were to name an "ideal"... I still wouldn't be able to. Call it a fear of not actually being able to find him and settling for the "tall, straight asshole" but I don't want to think about that. I don't want to dwell on "finding someone." I want to do whatever I want and have fun without the stress of "HIM". I am woman. Roar. SO yeah, I guess the previous statement does have some truth to it.

Oooo ROCK ON!! I just found a dollar in my bra!

While sitting in traffic today, I figured out the question that has been on everyone's minds lately.

The answer is 75.

Usher says "Yeah" 75 times in his song "Yeah."

Yeah. I know. Thats a lot.

Yeah. I counted.

Yeah. I know I'm a loser.

Anyways, just wanted to share. I have 28 minutes to find my strapless bra (Why is it that I can never find it when I really need it!?!) and allow my flatiron to make sweet magical love to my hair.